𝘉𝘺 𝘒𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘋𝘢𝘯
When I wake up in the morning, I feel so empty. It’s as if the weight of the day pushes me down before it even begins. Getting up from bed feels harder than ever. Then I remember why — my mother, who used to be by my side every morning, is no longer here. She’s gone. She will never be here anymore.
I thought I had prepared for this. For a long time, I knew the day would come when she would leave. I knew cancer would take her away — that cruel sickness that steals so many lives. But no matter how much I tried to prepare, I realize now that I wasn’t ready at all. I feel like I’ve lost my reason for living.
I was so close to her. So dependent on her love, her presence, her care. And now there’s just silence.
But in the middle of my grief, I whisper a prayer:
“Lord, teach me to fight. Teach me how to be strong again. Help me rise from this pain. I know it will take time, but I also know that You alone are my anchor, my strength, my refuge. I leave everything to You, Lord. Right now, I don’t know yet how to live alone — but I trust that with You, I will learn.”
This is my prayer, my hope, and my journey. One day at a time. One morning at a time. With God by my side, I believe I can breathe again, rise again, and live again.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” – Psalm 34:18
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